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Photo reblogged from Hijabi Fashion/ With A Passion
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You can log out any time you like
BUT YOU CAN NEVER LEAVE.
*kickass guitar solo*
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Photoset reblogged from This is Africa, our Africa.
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Photo reblogged from Dumbest Tweets. Ever.
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I hate that I still need you.
I needed you to hold me, to see your smile, to hear your voice everyday.
I needed to feel your large fingers engulfing mine, the brush of your lips.
I needed the smily faces on the texts, the constant conversation, the knowing that you are there.
Now I need you to call me so that I can ignore you. So that I can tell myself I’m getting stronger.
I need to hear tales of your misfortunes so that I can say I am better off without you.
I need you to exist so that I can rise in the ashes of your existence.
So that in what we’re not, what you’re not any more, I can be.
I hate that without you, I cannot be.
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I will remember the kisses, our lips raw with love, and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered you what was left of me.Charles Bukowski (via transformfeminism)
(Source: andwhisper)
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Photo reblogged from wairema ni mimi
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I have this friend, one of my closest girlfriends. She is married and had her first child 2 months ago. We have known each other since we were kids, we are almost related. She is 2 years older than me and taught me so much back then. We got into all sorts of trouble together. lol. At some point after doing pretty much everything together, our paths split and she followed her destiny in a different way from me. I always think she left me behind as she discovered her true path much earlier than me. For a while we drifted as we both tried to make sense of where life was taking us. She became more in tune with her spiritual self, more connected with God and more disciplined in her obedience to Him. She found herself through Him. It was an amazing transformation, she went from being an unhappy, unanchored girl, to a purposeful woman full of light and peace. In the beginning I sort of resented her as I felt left out and excluded in this journey of hers. She tried to include me, to guide me but I wasn’t ready. But thank to God, we never lost the connection we have managed to maintain our bond. She is still my best friend, my big sister and confidant and my spiritual mentor.
One of her requirements for marriage, her main requirement was that the man she marry would be as connected to God as she is. She therefore chose to go through it in the proper Islamic way, without dating, and chaperoned courtship. The man was recommended by her brother, who knew him well and vouched for him. He is an educated and seriously practising Muslim man. She went about it the right way.
Yesterday, she told me: “If it wasn’t required by our religion, and if marriage wasn’t a way to get you to heaven, I would advise you not to do it. I would tell you to go for artificial insemination, get your baby and move on with your life. I please my husband because God asked me to, I take care of him because of God. I am married for God’s sake.”
Hearing this from her, whom I knew tried the hardest and gave the most was the scariest thing I’ve ever heard. I believe in marriage, I hope to do it someday both for religious reasons and for human reasons. I want a family. But it seems there are no guarantees. You can make the right choices when choosing your spouse, but you might still end up unhappily married. There is no formula for a good marriage.
